|Pen and ink, on a steno pad, the view from the Albuquerque airport,|
These peaks captivate my imagination, and I've painted them twice, as did my Dad...but those views is from the north. On the opposite side in the foothills are Spanish land grants and small villages, and the beginning of the Great Plain, stretch all the way back to Oklahoma. sketched this Veterans Day, waiting on a flight home from my uncle Mike's funeral in Santa Fe. The mountains are part of the Rio Grand rift valley, thrust up on the east, while the west dropped.
Manzanos is Spanish for Apples, and when the evening sun and clouds are right, they do seem to turn red. I think Coronado and the Conquistadors of 500 years ago, homesick and thirsty marching up the valley from Mexico and El Paso del Norte, wistfully named them this, hungry for the apples from the orchards of Castillian Spain.